.223 or 223

2.23 is not a thing 5.56 is the metric measurement of .224 diameter bullets which are used in both 5.56x45mm and .223.

To go deeper, a civilian .223 is almost identical to the military 5.56x45mm. Both use a bullet diameter of .224 and a weight between 40 grains and 77 grains. The differences without getting super technical are in SAAMI pressures. A .223 Remington cartridge produces less pressure than the military 5.56x45mm. You can shoot both out of a rifle marked 5.56x55mm or .223 Wylde but it is not recommended that you shoot 5.56x45mm in a rifle marked .223 Remington.

.223 Remington (SAAMI MAP): 55,000 psi (≈379.2 MPa) maximum average pressure (piezo).

5.56×45 mm NATO (NATO/EPVAT service pressure): ≈ 62,366 psi (≈ 430 MPa) service pressure (piezo).

Unless you plan to carry concealed or get a concealed carry license skip the pistol for your first gun.

If you want something for home defense that sits by the bed get a 20-gauge pump shotgun. I’ve never met anyone man woman or child that couldn’t shoot one and #3 or #4 buckshot is hard to miss with within 20 or 30 yards. You can go to almost any sporting goods store and pick one up for about $250. I like the Maverick 88.

If you want something to hunt with or just have in case of “troubles” get yourself a decent bolt-action rifle with a 3x9 scope in a popular caliber such as 308 or 270. Rifles are easier to shoot and you can use them for hunting. Once you shoot the rifle a few times and are comfortable with it you can put it away for those “troubles.”

If the US gets ripe enough you need to stack bodies you are going to want a rifle more than a pistol and if you have a shotgun or a rifle you can pick up a pistol, there will be plenty on those bodies you are stacking.

That’s my extremely qualified opinion, but with that said opinions are like assholes, everyone has one.

Good luck out there, be safe.

If these cock knuckles ruin my country I am going to be mad, if they ruin doge I am going…well let’s just say the army taught me what makes the grass grow green.

My Wrapped was way different this year from last year. I listen to music all day every day. I have a 24-hour playlist for every day of the week, Spotify says I listened to 326,614 minutes this year. These playlists are all different. Monday is 3rd wave Ska, Tuesday is Rock/Punk/Grunge, Wednesday is Rocksteady/Two Tone, Thursday is Classical, Friday is Hip Hop, Saturday is Country, and Sunday is Jazz.

Last year my Wrapped had a wide range of artists and genres that represented the wide range of music I listen to. This year it was just Reggae and Ska. I had only two top artists that were not, the Rolling Stones and Glenn Miller. The Rolling Stones I can see but Glenn Miller is not even that prevalent in my Jazz playlist.

I don’t know if it’s all fucked up but I do know it’s miles different than what it gave me for the same playlists and similar listening time last year.

She was the red-haired girl who lived down the street. A beautiful soul and my first and, if I am honest, only love. We graduated from high school in 1988 with plans to finish college and get married. Then in our sophomore year, I lost my fucking mind walked into a recruiter’s office, and joined the Army. I didn’t tell her, I just did it. She was mad as fuck. We didn’t talk for 9 months. Then we went off and on until I got stationed overseas. When I got back she was married and very pregnant.

They have 3 kids and 4 grandkids. From what I can tell, her life has been full of love and peace. If she had stuck with me, it would have been much, much darker. She would have been an army wife alone dealing with our kids, and then my injuries, rehab, addictions, and PTSD. I am happy she dodged that bullet.

Anyway, as the man once said, “Hi ho.”

I dated a woman for a couple of years. She was cool and I was fond of her but idk we just never really went further than dinner/drinks hook up. We would go through this routine 2-5 nights a week.

One day I got an 18-month job in another state. I told her I would be home the 2nd weekend of every month to tend to my house and she said she would miss me but at least we would see each other.

When I left we had an emotional goodbye and she promised to call every day. We stayed in touch and saw each other the 2nd weekend of the month and things were okay. In my 5th month out there, the boss gave me a full week off. It was short notice so I didn’t have a chance to tell the ladyfriend. I just hopped on a flight home.

I rented a car and drove over to her place. When I got there I had this feeling shit was off, so I walked over to the payphone by the mailboxes and called her. I told her what was up and that I was headed over. As I walked back to the car I watched a dude walk out of her apartment as she followed. He turned and kissed her like he had been at sea for a year.

I got in the car and drove home. I dropped off my shit and hit the bar. I got tight as fuck and ended up going home with a waitress. The next day hung over like a mother fucker I rented my place to another friend and hopped back on a flight and spent my time off exploring my new city.

Never talked to her again. I don’t have Facebook or any of that shit and I have changed phone numbers a couple of times since then. A mutual friend said she told everyone she broke up with me because we could do the LDR thing lol oh well.

Don’t worry, in 18 months you will be able to rent them back from the Federal Immigrant Labor Force for just $15 an hours.

How so?

I’m not picking I fight, I just want to know your thoughts on it.

Probably pretty cramped, worms are tiny.

Are you the raw sugar cane, nutrasweet, never equal? If you were in Binzito or your mother’s Buick Regal would you get up like Chino shouting power to the people?